Have To
What do you have to give away
One note—you break it open again and again
A braid of tones inside the one tone unraveling
As it drowns in air like all tones
Same mind, same wrist, same hand, same white key like a chisel
Repeated, a moment thickens
Focus clears out what’s messy and unimportant
The deeper you listen the more you hear the limits
There is no world this infinite and pure
